She's Just My Baby Momma B.E

Chapter 12

Naira pov

The day started with the mundane task of washing my hair, the lukewarm water from the hotel's showerhead doing little to invigorate my senses. As I stood under the stream, I let my mind drift to our current location—somewhere amidst the cobblestone streets and ancient architecture of Europe. We were nearing the end of our whirlwind tour, the final two shows looming on the horizon like distant mirages.

Billie hadn't been on stage since dropping our EP, yet the buzz surrounding our collaboration continued to reverberate across social media platforms. The influx of attention and praise was an experience for me, one that I found both exhilarating and humbling. It was as if the world had finally taken notice of the music we had poured our hearts and souls into, and the validation was nothing short of intoxicating.

Reflecting on the journey that had led me here, I couldn't help but marvel at the twists and turns life had thrown my way. Music had never been part of my plan—I had foregone college, opting instead to pursue a more unconventional path. But fate had a funny way of intervening, nudging me towards a career I had never imagined for myself.

Amidst the excitement of our burgeoning music career, however, lay a shadow of uncertainty. Plans to film a music video upon our return to LA had been met with equal parts enthusiasm and trepidation. With Billie's baby on the way, the looming specter of motherhood threatened to derail our creative endeavors. Would we be able to bring our vision to life before she went on maternity leave? Or would the project be indefinitely postponed, relegated to the realm of unrealized dreams?

Navigating my relationship with Billie had become increasingly complex with the baby being on the way. Some days, she enveloped me in warmth and affection, her touch electric and her laughter infectious. On other days, she retreated into herself, her silence a barrier that left me feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty. It was a delicate dance, one that left me perpetually teetering on the edge of emotional upheaval.

And then there was the matter of my ex—a lingering presence that refused to be ignored. We had reconnected in the weeks leading up to the tour, stirring up emotions I had long since buried. Our breakup had been inevitable, the distance between us proving insurmountable. But now, with them poised to relocate to LA, the possibility of reigniting our relationship loomed tantalizingly close, beckoning me with promises of familiarity and comfort.

"Hi, sexy," Billie whispered against my ear as her arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as she pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.

I chuckled, feeling the warmth of her breath against my skin. "Hi, Billie," I greeted, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "My hair's wet."

"I know, it smells good," she remarked, settling onto the toilet seat lid and turning to face me. "Who are you trying to impress tonight? You're doing your hair and all."

I rolled my eyes playfully, enjoying the banter that had become a staple of our relationship. "Well, it's our first concert since we released the EP. I don't want to look like a mess on stage next to you."

"A mess? I don't think that's possible," she quipped, standing up and stepping closer to me. "You're beautiful."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at her words, the sincerity in her voice warming my heart. "Thank you, my love," I replied, unable to hide the grin that spread across my face.

She glanced at the clock on the wall before turning back to me with a slight frown. "You do have to hurry, though. We've got to leave for the venue soon."

I sighed, realizing that time was slipping away faster than I had anticipated. "Well, it looks like I'm going to have to take my hair products with me," I remarked, gesturing towards the array of hair products scattered across the bathroom counter.